Chapter Thirty-Two

 

Dominic

 

Keeping my stare straight ahead, I stood up and rolled my neck. I had to block everyone and everything out. When I walked out of the locker room, there was a short hallway that opened up at the end that led into the pit. As soon as I turned the corner, the people exploded into cheers.

There were no announcements or music blaring over the speakers like in normal fights you saw on TV. It was just me walking down to the ring with Reed, Micah, and Connor flanking me. Marco and Luca waited for us in the ring. I climbed up and they both slapped me on the back.

“Good luck, son,” Marco said. “You got this.”

Sean Porter was a psychotic piece of shit and a cold-blooded murderer. There was one night at the Dark Side I’d never forget. He was in the ring with another fighter and instead of fighting, he’d pinned his opponent to the mat and cut off his dick. The man had bled out and died while Sean stood there and laughed at him. That was the kind of things Sean did, and it disgusted me. The same night after that fight he tried to force himself on a woman in the locker room. I charged after him and only got one good hit in before we were pushed apart. The girl got away which was all that mattered, but I wanted to get in the ring with him and enjoy killing him. Unfortunately, the fight organizer wouldn’t allow it. He didn’t want anything happening to Sean. However, now, the time to punish him had come. Even if Cadoc didn’t know about my past with Sean, I had to be sure to thank him for the chance to put him down.

I got a glimpse of Cadoc talking to Faith and it took all I had not to jump out of the ring and slam his head into the wall. He climbed up the steps into the ring and Marco handed him the microphone.

“Hello everyone,” he called out. “We have a special night for you. It’s going to be a fight you won’t forget. I think the bets are up to ten million already.” The crowd screamed and he smiled as if his fighter had already won. “Do you want me to introduce the man fighting for the Cartwright name?” The crowd cheered again, but there were a lot of boos mixed in. Cadoc’s lips pursed and I smiled. He had a lot of supporters in the crowd, but none of them were from the other mafia families. I was the one who had their support and he knew it.

Cadoc pointed toward the other side of the room. “Here is, ladies and gentleman. The man who’s going to win tonight’s fight …. Sean ‘The Sledgehammer’ Porter!”

Sean bounced his way down to the ring, pumping his fists in the air with his face hidden by his black hood. He climbed into the ring and threw his robe into the audience. His back was covered in scars, even more so from the last time I’d seen him. He made his way to the center of the ring and I joined him.

“We finally get our fight, don’t we Corsino?” Sean taunted.

I snarled at him. “We do. It’ll be the last one you ever fight.”

He smirked. “We’ll see about that.”

Cadoc stepped up to us and grinned. “How about we do things a little differently tonight?” he announced over the microphone.

The crowd cheered in agreement. Cadoc raised his hand to get everyone to quiet down. I knew he’d have something up his sleeve. “What the fuck Cadoc?” I hissed.

He placed a hand over the microphone. “The people will love it and so will you,” he said, sliding his hand off the microphone. “How about we forget the rounds and do no intermissions. I’m sure everyone is in agreement that we’re ready to see who wins this thing.”

“Yes!” everyone shouted.

Sean grinned. “I’m game.”

The quicker it ended, the faster I could get rid of Cadoc. I spread my arms out wide. “Let’s go.”

The energy crackled like fire, but I only had my focus on one thing . . . to win. I blocked everything out and kept my sights on Sean, ready to strike when we were told to attack. Nothing else existed, except me and him.

“Fight!”